A New Society

I've talked about this before. I am not a morning person.

Here I am on day three of spring break. I have successfully changed my world around to the way I like it. That means:

I don't get up until 9 or 10.
I don't have to talk until 11.
I have very little movement until 11 also. The movement consists of raising my coffee cup and moving my fingers to type.
I get sleepy around 2am.

I decided to get a tanning package for the week and therefore have to go every day, so I have violated my rule of leaving the house. I so enjoy staying home and going nowhere. I have plenty to do here. I am easily amused.

There really is a whole bunch of us that are like this but we are forced to live in world that thinks 7am is sleeping in and after 10pm you turn into a goblin. How has this happened? Why haven't we formed our own society where we can live (and sleep) in peace? We should at least have our own neighborhood where we aren't judged harshly by our neighbors when we walk out at 11:30 in our pj's or robe to get the newspaper.

Our new neighborhood wouldn't have trash pickup until AFTER noon. Cutting grass would be considered a night time activity and we would all have lights on the mowers. No deliveries until after noon and that includes the post office, any appliance stores, and /or movers. Dogs wouldn't be allowed out until noon. But they could be out as late as 3am. Roofers and that constant tap tap tapping would only be allowed on roofs after 3pm.

We could have our own TV station - Good Morning at Noon! would be the most watched TV show. After dinner movies would be shown at 9pm.

Lazy Days

Every once in a while, I literally have a day where I do nothing. And I mean nothing. Today was the day.

I watched reruns of movies on TV. I backed up my computer to my external hard drive (which took a really long time), but I didn't really have to do anything. I ate chocolate. I watched a tv show called "The Girls Next Door" which is a reality show about the playboy bunnies and Hugh Heffner. It's a really cute show! (Well, at least as far as reality tv goes) And who the heck are these Kardashian people???

Nothing like a full day of laziness to make me want to get stuff done tomorrow ;) Of course I have made a giant list of things to do over break. (backing up my computer was one of them, so I can cross that off :)

Are You Ready? Are You Set? Are You GO!

Look out folks. With me now being officially off for ten days, the posts are liable to come fast and furious :)

The title is how I used to start races when I was little.

So if you will remember the other day when I was complaining about the wind, you can also notice the photo. THAT happened that day. That is the neighbor's fence on the top of my waterfall. Hubby also saw a large tree in the woods twist off and fall (and yes, he heard it). He also saw a tractor trailer that was used for advertising turned over on its side. And we had a few tornados in the area, but nothing too close.

Today was "the movie." Puberty in its finest for all the girls and boys. They are separated of course, into two class rooms. Mine wasn't used (thank you!). The nurse showed the girls pads and tampons. They passed them around. They asked questions.

They boys watched their movie and went out to recess.

We then all came back to our classrooms. 15 minutes later, my teammate comes running in my room with a story.

It seems that one of her boys had walked up to her desk with the "show off pad" stuck to his finger, dangling, and said, "Someone left something on my desk."

Clearly he didn't know what it was but was quite upset that "something" was on his desk. My teammate was so shocked. She looked around and no one else seemed to have noticed. She said, "I'll take that" and threw it in her desk. Me, personally? I would put it in my "Funny Folder." I was laughing so hard I was crying.

Then of course there was me today. Butt cheeks tucked tight, I scurried back to my desk as students were packing up. It was noisy. They wouldn't hear. And so IT came out. And I immediately hear, "Mrs. ______" right behind me. Geez. Glad we had that talk about gas at the beginning of the year.

And then at the end of the day, I got news that one of my students has finally been diagnosed. It isn't good. He has a severe disease. He probably won't live very long.

I'm glad he is in my room. He makes us laugh. He brings me an apple almost every day. I know for a fact that most teachers wouldn't want him in their room, as he comes with "issues." But he has really helped our class become a kind community.

Spring break is great, but I will miss the kids over the next 10 days.

Go To BED Young Children!

Spring break starts on Friday the 13th. I am not superstitious. As a matter of fact, I have always liked Friday the 13th and feel it is more lucky for me. But that's me. And no I am not a witch. Well, maybe my students think so, but anyway. . .

We have been learning the art of written persuasion in the classroom. Well, I have been teaching, they have been learning.

Sometimes someone says something (who knew you could put so many "some" words all together?) and you just KNOW they have been watching things they shouldn't be watching.

The topic was "Your school is banning TV watching during the week. Do you agree or disagree? Persuade someone to see your side."

A couple of the girls actually opted for the banning of TV (it didn't surprise me). Word got around the room and some of the boys were shaking their heads.

One couldn't stop there. He blurted out (now remember this is fourth grade and they are at most ten) , "Oh my gosh. Girls gone wild!"

Obviously, TV should be banned in his house late at night.

Just Ugh in General

I'm not a big fanatic of March. It has been fine/okay up until now because it was acting like February. And while I love the fact that spring is coming, there is a whole bunch of things I forgot about that I don't like.

1. The wind. I hate wind. It's loud and noisy. It makes me want to stay inside where my head is protected and I don't have to worry about limbs flying through the air and landing on my head. (Yes, we have lots of old trees around here, so that really is a legitimate worry.) You can't wear skirts in the wind - need I say more? Windyness is about the only positive point about putting on more weight though. I no longer worry about getting carted away or knocked over. (gee, why doesn't that make me feel better?)

2. Crazy weather. About an hour ago I looked through the window and it looked like we were in the middle of a hurricane. Rain was coming down in sheets. Trees were bent almost halfway over. Now the sun is out brightly and it is super windy. How on earth is a girl supposed to plan a wardrobe/outfit for extreme weather changes? Ick! It's probably 65 to 70 degrees now. I think we are supposed to have snow in two days.

3. Good Friday (I'll put this here because while it sometimes lands in April as it does this year, it sometimes comes in March.) If memory serves me correctly, this is the day Jesus died. Kinda not really good. And being raised kinda Lutheran, we don't eat meat that day. And I always forget. So every year on that day it is reaffirmed that I will go to hell. There's a real bright spot I can always count on - ha!

4. No matter when spring break is, it never comes early enough. By this time the kids are crazy and the teachers are so stressed that we are like a bunch of menopausal or pms ing wild women ready to bite. Our fangs are barred and we have assumed the catlike hunting crouch. Woe is the person who invades our dangling rope to sanity. Pounce!

5. Spring forward - are they nuts??? I HATE losing an hour. Blink and an entire hour is just gone. You didn't even get a Chance to waste it blogging! Plus you spend the whole day wondering if you will be able to wake up on time tomorrow and if the clock says the correct time or the old time because maybe hubby changed it and maybe he didn't. Or maybe you did, but you forgot you did it. Or maybe you thought you did it but you can't be sure because it happened in that mysteriously gone hour. Ugh.

6. okay, there is one good thing about March. St. Patrick's Day. Green beer, celebration and corned beef do help you forget about the wind, dictate what to wear, regardless of the weather, helps you forget you are going to hell for eating meat, and reminds us that we can drink green beer all week long on spring break. And that hour you lost? Enough green beer and you don't even care what day or time it is :)

I am an Antonym

Antonym = opposites (for those who haven't been in school for a while)

I am so full of discrepencies. Give me a computer and I can compete with the best of them on software. Yet I cannot program a watch or VCR clock.

I love food. Yet would rather starve than spend the energy MAKING something to eat. But then again, sometimes I just forget to eat. Those are good days :)

I will follow every rule to the letter. BUT some rules really are just plain stupid and meant to be broken.

I am a workaholic. I am also a playaholic.

I have a thing for chairs. I rarely sit down.

I love digging in the dirt and am a very good digger. I also LOVE high heel shoes and skirts.

I really could care less about TV. It is a special treat to rent a movie and eat popcorn. (I can do the 3 minutes for that :)

Kids are my wonderful career and world. I don't "own" any though and enjoy sending them all home.

I am curious and adventurous to a fault (if there is a button I will push it to see what it does) and at the same time, I am so terribly predictable. I once videotaped myself watching something and showed it to someone else and said the EXACT same things at the SAME time in both viewings. THAT was a real eye opener.

Maybe we are multiple personalities :)

Why Women Shouldn't Play RockBand

I have a pair of black Justin cowboy boots. I have had them for at least 15 years. I might have been wearing them when I met hubby.

Before that, they were my mom's. She probably had them about 5 years.

No, the blog title isn't wrong. Bear with me.

The point is, I have had these things for ages. And have worn them for ages. And loved them. Until today.

I came home with a raw spot on the inside of my calf from where the boot pull up strap rubbed my leg (no, I didn't wear tights, and I wore a skirt).

It is so sore. So I get home and hubby meets me at the car (he's so sweet). He asks how my day was. I go in to this rant about how bad my leg hurts. And it is all because of Rock Band. These boots have fit me for fifteen years and now that I am the drummer, my calf has grown two sizes too big for my leg. And my boots.

This is awful! What a fashion nightmare!

Anyway, he sarcastically comments as I am taking off my boots, "Well, why don't you use a marker and mark the spot on your leg every couple days until you wear them again. Then you'll know just right where to put the bandaid."

My witty reply? "Well, maybe I will just get a tattoo on my leg that says Place Bandaid Here." Wouldn't that be cute??? ha Very RockBandish I think.